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But Bless My Heart
Try We Life-Long
Lyrics by William S. Gilbert
Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan
Nos. 7 and 8, Sung by Duke, Duchess, Casilda, Luiz, and Don Alhambra
 MIDI file (2 min. 48 seconds, sequenced by Peter Crichton).
No. 7 QUARTET--CASILDA and GRAND INQUISITIONER.
CAS. - But, bless my heart, consider my position!
- I am the wife of one, that's very clear;
- But who can tell, except by intuition,
- Which is the Prince, and which the Gondolier?
DON AL. - Submit to Fate without unseemly wrangle:
- Such complications frequently occur--
- Life is one closely complicated tangle:
- Death is the only true unraveller!
No. 8 QUINTET--DUKE, DUCHESS, CASILDA, LUIZ, and GRAND INQUISITOR.
ALL. - Try we life-long, we can never
- Straighten out life's tangled skein,
- Why should we, in vain endeavour,
- Guess and guess and guess again?
LUIZ. - Life's a pudding full of plums,
DUCH. - Care's a canker that benumbs.
ALL. - Life's a pudding full of plums,
- Care's a canker that benumbs.
- Wherefore waste our elocution
- On impossible solution?
- Life's a pleasant institution,
- Let us take it as it comes,
- Let us take it as it comes!
- Set aside the dull enigma,
- We shall guess it all too soon;
| CASILDA |
DUCHESS |
LUIZ |
DUKE |
DON ALHAMBRA |
| Failure |
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| brings no kind |
Failure brings, |
Failure brings |
Failure brings |
Failure brings |
| of stigma |
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no kind of |
no kind of |
no kind of |
| Dance we to |
Failure brings |
stigma |
stig- |
stig- |
| another tune, |
no kind |
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ma Dance we |
ma Dance we |
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of stigma |
Dance we |
to an- |
to an- |
| Dance we to another tune! |
Dance we to anoth- |
to another tune! |
other tune! |
other tune! |
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er tune! |
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String the |
String the lyre |
String the lyre |
String the lyre |
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and fill the |
and |
and |
| String |
lyre |
cup, |
fill |
fill |
| the lyre and |
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the cup, |
the cup, |
| fill the cup, |
and fill |
Lest |
Lest |
Lest |
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the |
on sorrow we should |
on sorrow |
on sorrow |
| Les on sorrow we should sup, |
cup, fill the cup, |
sup, we should sup, |
we should sup, |
we should sup, |
ALL.
- String the lyre and fill the cup,
- Lest on sorrow we should sup.
- Hop and skip to Fancy's fiddle,
- Hands across and down the middle--
- Life's perhaps the only riddle
- That we shrink from giving up!
- Life's perhaps the only riddle
- That we shrink from giving up!
- Then take it as it comes,
- Take it as it comes!
- Sring the lyre, fill the cup,
- Lest on sorrow we should sup!
- Take life as it comes!
Updated 6 December 2003
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